Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Dirty Boy
Author: Handy Fingers



   His lonely neighbor lady invites him in for a personal inspection of his
growing body Story Codes: Fm, CFNM, teen, 1st



   ~~~This story is a work of pure fiction and intended for adults only. 
All characters are not designed to represent any persons living or dead~~~



   "Please Samuel, remove your shoes and socks before stepping a single
foot in here," Bethany Cannony said to young Sam very matter-of-factly, "we
are going into the nicest room in my home you know."

   As they stepped through the arched doorway, Sam felt very out of place
in what was clearly the tidiest and most elegant room he had ever set foot
into in his young life.  His bare feet sunk into the lush white carpeting
as they made their way past the expensive decorative lamps perched upon
antique marble tabletops.  Delicate glass menagerie hung from display
stands on delicate shelves.  The furniture was gleaming and spotless, and
simply standing in a room like this, fresh from a day full of gardening,
was almost a sin.

   She led him to a wooden stool placed oddly in the middle of the sitting
room.

   "That's it dear, just step up here and keep steady," she soothed as she
gently spoke, holding his trembling hand in hers, "we wouldn't want you to
fall now."

   He shifted his weight to a foot on the stool and stepped upwards, his
other foot following onto the seat.  He felt strange standing on a
stepstool in the middle of Mrs.  Cannony's sitting room.  The area was so
neat and clean, and it just seemed wrong to be so dirty, standing on
furniture in the middle of such a dignified room.

   "That's very nice Samuel," she said looking up at him, "it's just what I
like.  Now you just stand still for a while and I am going to look at you
like I said.  Is that okay?"

   Sam didn't know what to think, let alone what to say.  He knew that Mrs.
C., or Bethany as he heard his mother call her time and time again, was a
bit eccentric.  She was very nice to him and had always been the entire
time they lived next door.  He had always been her summer helper as long as
he could remember, helping in her garden, mowing her lawn and raking
leaves. Every once in a while he would get a glimpse of a dissimilar side
of her when she would break from her typical proper appearance and wrinkle
her face up and stick her tongue out at him.  Once she had even cursed
quite loudly as a tray of drinks tumbled from her hands and splashed onto
her legs down by her feet.  These occasions were very infrequent and the
rest of Sam's experiences with Bethany were very neighborly and proper.

   Standing on a stool in her formal sitting room in his sweaty lawn shorts
and a tank top was definitely another break from the norm.

   He nodded his head slowly and still wasn't sure of what to make of this
very odd development.  Bethany was slowly backing away from him, her eyes
staying firmly affixed to his body, somewhere around his arms and chest. 
She slowly walked around the stool, almost inspecting his young body.

   "Um, M-Mrs.  C?" he stammered eventually, "you j-just want me to stand
here?" He was starting to feel a little uneasy as the silence in the room
was unnerving.

   "Exactly as you are my pony," she softly said, still slowly taking in
his form.

   This was the first time she had ever regarded him in any way other than
"Samuel," which was also very uncharacteristic of her.  He was starting to
feel a little self-conscious as Bethany's eyes searched his body for some
unknown detail.

   Bethany wasn't looking for anything in particular; she was simply giving
herself an opportunity to really enjoy a young male body for her own
delight.  Having her neighbor's boy Samuel perched in her formal sitting
room was a newly imagined perversion that excited her senses and her mind.
After all, boys should not be standing on furniture in proper rooms, yet
here one was.  Boys should also not be in formal parlors in their work
attire, dirty from their efforts, and here he was, filthy.  Furthermore,
proper ladies should not be interested in eyeing up young boys for any
reason . . .  but she most definitely was, and it was intoxicating.

   Bethany looked at his growing smooth legs, how they disappeared into his
dirty shorts.  His tight little tush pushed out enough for her to see the
shape of his buttocks through the sweat shorts as they dangled from his
waist.  His young back and shoulders were still a bit thin but strong, and
had the look of being well worked and sunned.

   She made her way around front to admire his bare arms hanging by his
side; the soft hair standing away from his skin from the sunny sweat that
had been quickly evaporating in the cool sitting room.  His muscular chest
was visible through the arm holes in his tank top and invited her eyes
inside.  His shirt was dirty and wet, and the bumps from his chest pushed
out aggressively from underneath.

   Then Bethany looked down to where she knew she shouldn't.  His gray
dirty shorts were doing very little to hide the manly lump that hid within.
Her heart started to race as her eyes grazed across his private area three,
four, five times before she moved on.  Right in her sitting room, perched
upon a stool was a young naive boy being thoroughly surveyed by a proper
older woman; it was so enticing.

   "Samuel," Bethany asked as she continued circling him, feeling like a
combination of suit tailor and lioness, "Are you okay that I look at you
like this for a while?  I really prefer it."

   "Um . . .  I g-guess so Mrs.  C." he replied with some trepidation.  She
was looking at him very oddly, and being stood on a wooden stool was very
off-putting.  He wondered why, if she could look at him all day as he
worked in her yard, would having him up on this stool be any better?  What
was so great about a sweaty and dirty boy fresh from the garden?

   "I am so happy to hear you say that Samuel," she praised him.  "You have
always been such a neighborly helper, and I know you like the money you
have been earning for your little business, isn't that right?"

   "Why s-sure," he stammered as she circled around out of sight behind
him, "you know that I appreciate the work you give me to do very much."

   "I know you do," she continued as she circled his dirty young body, "and
I have been wondering about you for some time now."

   "Won-wondering?" he asked, being puzzled by her remark and feeling his
skin crawl with her intensive gaze.  She came back around on his right side
and was looking him up and down, almost like she was inspecting him for
signs of disease or something.

   "Yes Samuel," she said, stopping in front of him and looking up to meet
his eyes, "wondering about how you have been growing.  I see that you are
becoming a man, and yet you are still a boy, do you feel that way?"

   "I'm, um, not sure what you mean Mrs.  C." he managed to get out.  He
had been noticing lately that she had seemed more distracted when he came
around to weed her garden or water her rosebushes.  She almost seemed lost
in a dream or in her thoughts.  Now she seemed distracted again as she
spoke to him.

   "I mean that I have seen you growing over the years, and I am curious to
see what kind of man you might become," she said standing still, placing
her hands on her hips.  She suddenly gave an air of a strict teacher or
military training instructor as she looked down his front and back up to
his eyes.  "I can see already that you are becoming quite handsome.  Is it
okay that I tell you that you are handsome Samuel?"

   "O-of course," his voice cracked across his drying vocal chords.  He
cleared his throat and tried again with a lower tone, "of course."

   She smiled at his nervousness and continued to let her eyes roam over
his smooth body.  She liked to see him sweat a little and his squeaking
voice was confirmation of her power over him.

   "You have really grown into a strong young man you know," she continued,
slowly circling him again, "I have seen how your strength is improving as
you work over my yard.  I have noticed that your body has been growing as
well Samuel.  Is it okay that I admire your growing body?"

   He simply nodded this time, trying to avoid another embarrassing sound
from escaping.

   "Your work in my garden has been exceptional Samuel," she praised him as
she came around front, "I have been noticing your skills expanding there as
well.  Your hands are very strong when needed, and then gentle as well. 
There is a fine art to handling a flourishing garden you know."

   Again he nodded, being well aware of her eyes on his, although he was
unable to meet her gaze.  He looked ahead feeling a little embarrassed at
all the praise she was handing him.

   She reached up and gently touched his arm just above the hand and ran
her fingers slowly up toward his elbow.  "Your arms feel very strong to me
Samuel," she admired as she continued to caress his skin, "Do you mind if I
touch you like this while you are standing up here in my sitting room?"

   He shook his head and began to sweat; not from the summer sun this time,
but from the heat of Mrs.  Cannony's attention.  Never before had he felt
such scrutiny and intense observation on his body, or anything else for
that matter.  His teachers, coaches, even his parents didn't pay him this
much mind, and it was unsettling on one level, and exhilarating on another.


   Bethany continued to stroke Sam's arm up to the shoulder and gave his
bicep a firm squeeze.  "Oh Samuel," she gushed, "I didn't realize the
extent to which my hard labor has been building your strength.  Can I
squeeze your muscles like this?" Nod.  "Do you mind if I touch you?" Slight
head shake.  "Am I making you uncomfortable, admiring you like this
Samuel?"

   There was nothing from his this time.  Sam wasn't sure how he felt
exactly.  He guessed it was in fact making him uncomfortable, his neighbor
touching him like this in her house.  What did she expect when she put him
up on a stool in the middle of the nicest room in her home?  He thought
better of letting her know about his discomfort and just stood still.

   "Just know you can hop down from there any time you like Samuel," she
said as she softly stroked his sun kissed arm, "you just let me know.  I am
just enjoying my little pony and his hard new muscles." She gave Sam's
bicep another squeeze and brought her other hand up to squeeze his other
arm as well.  "I certainly have a growing strong man here in my home now
don't I?"

   She let his arms go and started her circling walk again.  What was it
about this compromising position she was so attracted to anyway, she
wondered?  When she got the idea it had just appeared in her mind on a
cloud of fancy.  She saw this young boy standing on a moving turntable,
slowly rotating as she ran her hands up and down his form like a potter at
the wheel.  Her eyes would be focused on where her fingers grazed, and the
longer the boy spun, the more of his clothes would just vanish.  It was so
exciting in her mind that she eventually needed a solid 2 hours alone in
her bed just to calm her heightened libido.  That physical experience was
burned in her mind as much as her vision of the rotating and moldable boy.

   She let her hand touch his bare thigh just above the knee in the back,
and sensed him twitch at the contact.  She left her tender touch against
his skin as she walked and drew a lazy circle around his legs with her
highly manicured fingertips.  She noticed a slight goose-bumping of his
skin as she moved around.

   "When did your legs get to be so muscular Samuel?" she asked, not
waiting for an answer, "You have really been working them hard, haven't you
my pony?" She continued to circle her hand around his legs and slowly
worked them up higher to his meaty thigh.

   She stopped again in front of him and looked up into his eyes, wrapping
both of her hands around the back of his thighs.  She squeezed them hard
and said, "Oh my, these are strong muscles holding you up here in my fancy
sitting room.  I can't believe how thick and strong they are Samuel.  Can I
feel your strong legs like this, pony?"

   He didn't answer her.  Sam's eyes met Bethany's again and he saw
something in them that he hadn't seen before.  He was feeling uneasy again
with her hands rubbing his legs but her loving gaze lowered his guard a bit
and he felt a little more comfortable under her inspecting touch.

   "Can I call you Pony, Samuel?  Do you mind?  It would mean so much to me
if I could call you Pony," she said as she slowly caressed his smooth skin
and looked into his eyes.

   He looked at her quizzically, as if she had just asked him to finish her
half eaten sandwich.  "I . . .  I guess it's okay, Mrs.  C." he managed to
squeak out.

   "Oh that makes me so happy, my little Pony," she squealed as she briskly
rubbed her hands up and down his thighs.  "I am so pleased with you right
now Pony, did you know that?  So pleased."

   With that she reached her arms around and hugged him tightly to her. 
Her head turned to the side against his sweaty shirt, her tailored tweed
suit fully against his dirty bare legs.  Sam didn't know what to do. 
Should he hug her back from this awkward position?  He wasn't even sure why
she was so happy with him, but it did feel good to be getting so much
positive attention from her.

   She pulled back, leaving her hands on his thighs and said, "I'm not sure
that you should be wearing this dirty sweaty shirt in my nice sitting room
Pony, can you take it off for me, before it gets all over my delicate
things?"

   This seemed perfectly logical to Sam, as he was very aware of the level
of filth that his shirt and most of his body contained, and the direct
contrast to the cleanliness with which this room seemed to glow brightly.
He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it right over his head, his
bare chest stretching upwards as he lifted.  He looked around for a place
to set his grimy clothes, and Bethany noticed his concern.

   "I can see that you are worried about getting my room dirty, aren't you
Pony," she asked with a twinkle, "You have certainly matured into a
responsible and thoughtful young man." She stepped back and took the shirt
from his hand as if it were a dirty diaper.  "My, my," she said as she
stepped across to a pristine marble end table, setting it down, "you sure
know how to work up a sweat my dear little Pony."

   The shirt crumpled atop the lustrous marble table, a filthy warm heap on
the cold gleaming surface.  The contrast was unmistakable and Sam cringed
as the shirt touched down.

   "I'm not sure how I feel about all this dirt in my nice clean parlor
room Pony," she said, looking down at his dirty pile of shirt on her fancy
tabletop.  "Can you see how clean I prefer to keep it in here?"

   She turned to face him again and looked unabashedly at his topless body.
He nodded his head and followed her gaze across his chest.  She gazed at
the young bare chest on display and sighed a little to herself.  This was
exactly what she wanted, and needed.

   "I do like you better like this Pony, your chest is so nice and clean
like a good clean boy" she said as she approached him again, eyes on his
belly.

   "You have such a muscular stomach, don't you?" She reached up and placed
a hand gently on his abdomen and moved it slightly up and down.  "Can I
feel your stomach Pony?  Is this okay?"

   Sam's head nervously shook up and down in a slow nod.  His head was
spinning.  His dirty arms were in direct contrast with the clean pressed
suit of canary and white covering Bethany's arms.

   "My, my, Pony," she said softly in a daze, feeling the warm smooth skin
of Sam's tight abs under her silky soft hands.  "You sure get filthy out
there working away in my garden, don't you?  Here you are, standing in my
most respectable and finest room; so dirty.  Would you allow me to wipe
some of this dirt away before it gets all over my unsoiled things Pony?"

   He looked down at her with a nervous nod.  Her pet name was throwing him
into a head spin every time she used it.  It confused him and made it hard
to think straight.  She smiled up at him and hugged his waist tight again,
this time her warm cheek was pressed up against his bare tummy.

   "Oh thank goodness," she breathed in relief, as if it was killing her
just having this dirty boy perched within her clean and fancy room.  "Stay
right there my Pony."

   With that she released her hug and turned away from Sam and opened up a
neat leather bag on the floor he hadn't noticed before.  It sat just out of
view next to a delicately upholstered chair behind him.  She withdrew a
long cloth which looked to be fairly wet.  She approached him again as he
stood on the wooden step stool in nothing but his yard shorts and a layer
of grime.

   "I will feel so much better if I can just clean you up Pony," she said,
bringing a hand up to take his.  She placed the wet towel on the back of
his hand and began to wash the dirt and dried sweat from his smooth skin.

   The smell of the towel was very floral, and Sam's head began to swim
with the new sensations from the damp and aromatic cloth.

   "That's it my dear," she said as she looked at her busy hands working
their way up his left arm, "you just stand still for me and I will clean
this filthy dirt from your growing body.  I like things nice and clean as
you can see Pony.  Do you like the way I am cleaning you?  You do?  Good. I
am feeling so much better about this.  I love to look at you but your dirty
arms and legs are just too much!"

   She cleaned right up to his shoulder and down the side of his back
before moving to address his other arm.  She quietly wiped and scrubbed his
entire arm, and soon his upper body was gleaming and clean, slightly
chilled in the cool air.

   "Oh now that's so much better my Pony, don't you agree?" she asked
stepping back and looking him over.

   Sam nodded looking at his arms, and he did feel a little better not
being so grungy in her spotless sitting area.

   "I must get these legs however my dear," she said looking down at them
with a disapproving frown, "they are simply filthy.  Can I wash off your
dirty legs for you my Pony?"

   Sam nodded and Bethany smiled wide, crouching demurely before him.  He
was completely off guard in this entire moment in time.  He simply watched
as Mrs.  Cannony wiped the soil and sweat from his feet and legs with her
soft, wet towel.  It felt nice as she moved from foot to foot, lifting
gently to get the undersides, being careful not to tip him over.  She
worked the towel between his toes and back to the heel, setting each foot
down when she was finished.

   As she moved upwards and cleaned the dirt from the smooth skin of each
calf, Bethany began to circle the towel around each leg as she washed.

   Her encircling motion was luxuriating, and Sam started to lose himself
in the feelings of warm and cool on his skin.  She turned the towel over to
find a clean place and started to wipe his smooth legs again.  Before he
knew what was happening, she had reached the bottom seam of his shorts, and
his legs were magnificently clean.

   She walked back to her bag and placed the damp towel inside again and
came back to Sam.

   "That's better now isn't it Pony?" she asked, looking him up and down
from a step back.  "Now you should feel much better about letting me look
at you now that you're mostly clean, am I right?"

   Sam nodded his head and kept watching her move around him on all sides.

   "I'm going to touch you again Pony, now that you're fresh.  You don't
mind if I do that for a minute, do you?" she asked not waiting for an
answer.  She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders, running them down
the front of his smooth bare chest.  She walked around his left side and
dragged her hands along his torso as she did.  Once she was around back
Bethany slid her hands up his naked back and grabbed his shoulders, rubbing
them softly.  Her hands were smooth and roaming, feeling every inch of that
boy's bare back on their way down to his waist again.  She reached around
him and found the drawstring to his shorts, giving it a gentle tug.

   A lump appeared in Sam's throat as his mind suddenly caught up to what
was happening.  Bethany's hands around his front were undoing the only
thing holding his sweat shorts in place, and soon they would fall to his
ankles.  His heart started pumping hard and he began to panic.  Bethany
noticed.

   "Oh my Pony, don't you go getting all excited on me here," Bethany
soothed, "you had to know that these shorts were absolutely the filthiest
thing in my entire house, right?" She slowly played with the strings below
his belly and ran her finger tips under the waistband of the shorts.  "You
didn't think I would allow you into my most delicate room with these dirty
pants on did you?  Were you planning on making a mess in here Pony?" She
cocked her head around his side to catch Sam's eye.

   "Uh, no ma'am?" he half said and half asked.  Sam's pulse was racing and
he really wished that he could hop down from the stool now and go back into
the garden.  He wasn't sure how to bring this up to Bethany, now that she
had spent so much time getting him cleaned up and all.

   "That's right my dear," she continued, giving the strings a firm pull to
either side, "we need to be more careful in here.  It will be alright my
sweet little Pony, I just need to keep things neat and clean, is that
okay?"

   One last tug and the knot in Samuel's little shorts came undone and they
fell quickly down.  Bethany held the strings, keeping the shorts from
falling completely down to around his ankles.  Sam jumped and attempted to
cover his front and back side with his hands.

   "Oh my, Pony!" she exclaimed, "I didn't mean to startle you like that. I
am just trying to keep the dirt and grime from getting all over my precious
carpeting.  Please let me get these off of you and we can be more
comfortable, okay Pony?"

   Sam was in a state of panic as he tried to keep his older neighbor from
seeing him in his briefs.  He had rarely been so embarrassed and exposed in
front of anyone, and this was making him dizzy with humiliation.  He had no
idea how to respond, how to stand up for himself, how to get out of this
situation without making a scene.

   Bethany was smooth as silk as she held his pants around his knees and
slowly lowered them down.  "Step out of these my dear, and please stop
being so modest," she said in mock frustration, "what you're wearing now
covers exactly what your shorts were covering.  The only difference is that
your under things are actually clean, and not about to stain my exquisite
furniture, okay Pony?" With that she rubbed a hand up and down his back
while holding onto the dirty shorts with the other.

   Reluctantly Samuel stepped a foot up, and then the other, as Bethany got
his soiled shorts free from his body altogether.  She walked them over to
the cool marble table with his crumpled shirt laying atop, and dropped them
from about a foot higher onto the pile.  They looked so dirty piled in a
heap on her pristine tabletop.

   "Look at these filthy things lying on my beautiful table Pony," she
turned to say to him.  "Did you want to get that dirt all over my house?  I
didn't think so Pony."

   She walked back to Sam slowly, her eyes drinking in his smooth young
body.  She couldn't believe she was acting this way, and that he was
responding to her so well.  Bethany knew Mr.  and Mrs.  Murdock were rarely
home and hardly spent any time with their son, so she needn't worry about
hearing from them about this either.  She had a growing boy in her home,
perched on a pedestal in his tighty whities, ready for her to do as she
pleased with him.  "How marvelous," she thought.

   "Oh . . .  Pony . . .  you look fantastic up there," she approved, "just
standing on a stool in my fancy sitting room in your underpants.  You look
so clean Pony.  I adore you." She stood in front of him watching his eyes
as they avoided hers.  She tried to get in front of his gaze but he moved
it again.  She gently held his hand guarding the front of his fly and moved
it gently to his side, affording her a view of the lump in his undies.  She
grabbed his other hand and did the same, starting her walk around him and
dragging her hands along his body as she went.

   Sam was shaking like a leaf as he felt Bethany's soft hands wander
around his body in slow circles.  He did not feel comfortable standing in
front of her like this, and wanted to tell her so.

   "Um, Mrs.  C?" he started.

   "Yes my dear Pony, what is it darling?" she purred back to him while
stroking his bare skin.

   "I think I sh-should g-go now Mrs.  C," he stammered in the best grown
up voice he could muster, "I have more work to . . .to do . . .  today . .
." he trailed off as Bethany stopped in front of him with her hands on his
hips, looking him straight in the eye.

   "Now Pony," she said sweetly, "how can I let you go when you just got
here, and I just got you all cleaned up, hmmm?" She drew the backs of her
fingers up his chest and reached up and touched his young cheeks.

   "I know this is not the usual kind of thing that I would ask you to do
for me Pony," she continued, "but I really need to you to stay for just a
while longer, okay hun?" She brushed his lips with the back of her hand. 
"Ladies like me don't only need help with their garden young man.  They
also need to really see another human being every so often just to keep
their sanity about them.  You wouldn't want me to go crazy now would you?"

   "Uhm, no Ma'am?" he said/asked.

   "Of course not," she said caressing his bare chest with her polished
fingers, "I really need you to do this for me one time, and then I will
never ask you again, okay Pony?" She looked him in the eye and placed her
hand softly on the side of his face.

   "Oh, um," he couldn't get out of it.  He just couldn't bring himself to
go against her wishes even though he really wanted to leave, "okay. . ." he
gave in softly.

   "Oh Pony you make a lonely woman so happy, do you know that?" she said
and hugged him to her again, this time running her soft hands up and down
his smooth back.  "So happy!" and she turned her face to his stomach and
kissed it softly, causing Sam to flinch.

   She backed away and kept her hands softly at Sam's sides, moving them
slowly up and down his tight skin.  "Your skin is amazing Pony, it really
is," she admired as she caressed his young body.  "I have needed to touch
some young skin for a long time Pony, and I am so glad that I can have you
here to touch and enjoy for a spell."

   She continued to feel around his body, under his arms where his manly
growth had finally started coming in, down his bulging thighs and over his
smooth calves and back up between his legs.  She softly grazed the
underside of his last remaining bit of dignity and noticed a slight lurch
in that area of Sam's body.

   Bethany walked around his back again and felt his strong back muscles
rippling beneath her touch.  His shoulders were getting broad and his tight
bottom was absolutely perfectly round.  She rubbed his back and right over
his behind down to his legs.

   "I had a little crush on boy once that looked like you Pony," she said
to him as she felt one strong thigh with both of her hands.  "You remind me
of him so much that sometimes I fall in love that boy all over again just
looking at you."

   Her gentle hands on his thigh rubbed higher and both came up to cup a
thinly covered rear cheek and move to his back.  Sam shivered again.

   "His skin was so tan from the summer rays baking his laboring body all
day," she continued as her hands roamed his smooth build and grazed his
boyish nipples around his front side.

   "He would always let me gaze at him when I wanted Pony," she ran her
hands around his neck and back down his sides, feeling every inch of flesh
she could find.  "He would often see me across the street and remove his
shirt for me while I watched him work."

   She felt Samuel's arms and biceps again and gave them a good squeeze.

   "You don't know how much this means to me, to have you to myself for a
moment.  You are allowing me to experience a very intimate pleasure right
now Pony, and I want you to know that I will always remember this day," she
seemed to be in a trance as she spoke and moved her hands around his soft
skin.

   "You just stand there darling boy and let me touch you how I'd like,
okay?" she asked not looking for an answer.  "I just need to feel your
tight skin in my hands, to have a body before me to caress and enjoy like I
have with you."

   She was still behind him as she spoke, and Sam's gaze was distant as he
felt her touch him in places that no one had ever touched him before. 
Doctor's exams were about the only experience that came close, and his
mother was usually in the room with him.  This was different.  He felt like
an object of desire, like one of the jeweled baubles on display in that
room for Bethany to enjoy at will.

   She started walking around him again, her hands roaming freely up and
down as they circled and grazed the surface.  Occasionally a hand wandered
across his bottom on its way up or down his tight skin.  One even brushed
along his special place, which made him flinch and a shiver ran down his
spine.  She noticed.

   "Oh Pony, did I touch you there," she said continuing with her slow
stroking of his body.  She stopped behind him again, "I'm very sorry about
that, I know that is your personal area." She brought a hand to each of his
butt cheeks and softly ran them along the bulging mounds.

   "You don't mind if touch you back here though, do you Pony?" she asked
as she continued to caress his covered cheeks.  "It looks so nice Pony, the
best I have ever seen in fact." Her hands began to move from his cheeks to
his upper legs and back up near the waistband of his undershorts.  She
gently rolled the elastic over on itself on her way back to his bottom.

   She stepped back to gaze at this additional line of exposed skin, and
then ran her fingers along it, letting Samuel know that she was touching
another bare spot on him.

   "I really like your soft skin Pony," she soothed as she stroked, "your
skin is like fine silk under my fingers, and I need to feel you.  May I
feel you a little more my fetching Pony?"

   His silence was music to Bethany's ears as any real protest from Sam
would bring a swift end to her play.  She really adored him too much to
push this past his limits and create a situation he didn't enjoy, or at
least wouldn't want to relive, given the chance.

   She placed her hands upon his waist and rubbed along the elastic band,
dropping a finger below on either side.  She kept rubbing back and forth,
pulling down, exposing more and more of the pale private skin that was
hidden underneath.  She noticed that the front of his shorts were much
tighter than they had been just a moment ago as well.

   Sam was faint from all the sensations that attacked his mind.  Bethany's
hands were making him delirious and her words were intoxicating to his
logical mind.  He felt a slight pull on his underwear, and it wasn't from
Mrs.  C's oddly investigative hands.  He glanced down in horror to see that
he was getting an erection right in front of his neighbor, in her living
room!  He was horrified and felt sure she would notice.  Then things would
get extremely awkward.  What could he even do?

   Bethany continued purring to her subject as she eased a bit more skin
into view.  "You really have a lot to be proud of Pony, I mean your body is
ripe and fresh . . .  your skin is soft and smooth . . .  your muscles are
. . .  hard . . .  and bulging . . .  " she slowly said as she pulled back
on the material that laid across her fingers.  Sam's swelling arousal
pulling tighter in the opposite direction.

   "I can't get enough of you Pony," she continued as she pulled his
waistband halfway past his cheeks, "You make me want to touch you all over
like this.  Your young body feels so tender.  Do you like my touch Pony? 
Can I touch your body anywhere I want to my gorgeous Pony?"

   She slipped his shorts down even further so her hands were caressing
both of his bare white cheeks.  The lump in front was holding up his faint
coverage while Bethany's delicate fingers danced around on his smooth
muscular backside.

   "Oh Pony, your bare bottom feels divine," she said as she leaned in
close and savored the intimate touch.  "You are wonderful for letting me
feel your soft skin like this Pony, I loving having you to myself to revel
in your young and muscular body."

   Her hands were everywhere on his backside, and suddenly she slid her
hands along the band toward the front, where his excited manhood was all
that remained of this young boy's dignity.  There he stood on a stool, in
nothing but his underwear, and even that had been pulled down over his
smooth buttocks leaving nothing to the imagination.

   Bethany was beside herself.  She saw only glory on display before her.
The delicate backside of this young boy, the excitement hidden in his
trousers, all of this was the stuff of dreams, and her hands were all over
it.

   She traced her long fingers up the coiled waistband to the point of
resistance and spoke softly.

   "Pony?" she whispered.  "Pony, may I see you?  Please."

   He shook his head slowly, Samuel wasn't sure why she would want to see
his embarrassing development, but he was mortified by the thought.

   "Pony, you are so beautiful," she said stroking her fingers along the
side of the lump in his briefs.  "You have nothing to be ashamed of,
nothing.  I want to see you, all of you.  I want you to show me every inch
of your fantastic young body.  Will you show me Pony?  May I see all of my
sweet little Pony and his handsome, manly body?  Please Pony, show me what
you have.  Show me everything that you have to show me Pony.  All of it. 
Show me that beautiful body of yours the way it was meant to be seen Pony;
in the flesh, unencumbered by materials and magnificent in its natural
form.

   "Pony, I want you to show me your naked body, right now."

   Samuel unconsciously lifted his arms and hooked his thumbs into his
waistband.  Bethany smiled and stepped back slightly from him, rounding the
stool to his front side.

   "That's a good boy Pony dear," she said standing back to take in the
entire view.  There he was, the innocent neighbor boy who had been working
so hard to keep her garden fresh and her flowers pretty, in her formal
sitting room standing bare assed on a stool in front of her, about to
expose himself for her personal pleasure.

   His hands trembled as he pulled outward on the elastic band.

   "That's it baby, show me your fresh manhood," she said with excited
eyes, "I want to see that glorious body of yours Pony, show me.  Show me
yourself and stand naked before me Pony so I can see the real you."

   He pulled outward to stretch the elastic past the end of his aroused
penis, and pulled them down over the top, leaving them in a rolled up band
just below his fully exposed erection.

   "Oh Pony!" she gushed at him, "you are simply glorious, I knew you would
be!  Look at you, out in the open for me to see!  I can't stop staring at
your beautiful body my big Pony."

   She walked up to his trembling form and put her arms around his body and
hugged him tightly to her, his erection pressed between his belly and her
tweed jacket.  She reached down and placed her fingers under the rolled up
remains of Samuel's dignity and slipped them down his bare legs to his
ankles.  This time she did not ask him to lift his feet, and he didn't.

   She stepped back to admire the nude young boy before her, his puffy hair
above his erect penis the only other fully grown hair on his body besides
his head.  His throbbing erection was dripping onto her nice carpeting, but
she could have cared less.  She was admiring this beginning of a man,
standing with his undies around his ankles and his bare bottom and hard
penis on display in front of her.

   She stepped back over to him and touched him on his sides again, careful
not to disturb the loaded gun cocked and ready to fire in front of him.

   "Oh my Pony you have made me so happy, thank you!" she said as she
stroked his hard chest and abs.  "I never thought I would get to have a man
so youthful and excited in front of me again.  I love your body so much, I
just want to touch every part of it.  May I?  May I touch you Pony?  May I
touch every single inch of your young and hard body?"

   Samuel nodded his head and continued to look down, fearing that she
would see the growing arousal in him.  He had never been this hard before,
and most times he was fully clothed when he got like this.  Now here he was
with a full on stiffer and Mrs.  C was getting as good of a look at it as
he ever did himself, even better he imagined.

   "I love how quiet you are being right now Pony," she said as her hand
caressed a back cheek in soft circles.  "I need to enjoy this moment for
all it's worth, every wonderful second.  Do you feel strange standing up on
a stool like this for me?  May I consider you to be my plaything for a time
Pony?  It would mean so much to me.  I can feel your anticipation of my
touch you know.  You like it when I feel your naked body, don't you Pony?
You like having my hands on your skin and feeling your soft flesh and your
hard muscles.  Am I right?  Am I right Pony darling?"

   Again he nodded his head and looked longingly into her eyes.

   "I like to feel your backside Pony, it is so muscular," she rubbed his
bare cheek and ran her fingers between them.  "I love to see your excited
front side as well my large Pony.  You have so much to be proud of.  Your
naked body is the best I have ever seen or felt.  I want so much to touch
you all over Pony.  May I?  All over Pony?  May I explore every inch of
your naked body my young plaything?"

   Sam was throbbing in anticipation of his neighbor's touch.  The
excitement in the room, the naughtiness of being naked in her formal
sitting room, all of the sensations were proving to be too much for his
young mind and his overly sensitive erection.

   She reached her hands up and pulled lightly on Samuel's head, bringing
her mouth near his ear.

   "What if I were to touch you right on your naughty, hard, naked,
dripping cock Mr.  Samuel Murdock?" she whispered, spilling a pile of
hormone's into Samuel's blood stream and out through the end of his penis
and all over that delicately fashioned room.  Spurt after spurt of his
semen came gushing through the gates and all over her fine furniture and
precious heirlooms, finding their way onto just about everything in front
of him.  His legs started to shake and collapse and Bethany quickly put her
arms around him to catch him before he fell right over.  He leaned on her
hard and started breathing heavily and put a hand over his face in shame.

   "OH, Oh, oh, my Pony, my wonderful Pony!" she soothed as she stroked his
hair.  "That was the most wonderful thing I have ever seen in all my years
my precious darling!  That was simply magnificent and amazing.  Thank you,
thank you."

   Samuel had never been so humiliated.  He had made himself cum by
accident a couple times before, but nothing could have prepared him for the
wash of feelings and exhilaration he had just experienced, right in front
of Mrs.  Cannony of all people.  What was going on?  How could he ever show
his face to his nice neighbor ever again?

   "Pony you were wonderful, you really were!" she continued, "I didn't
mean to startle you like that, but if I made that happen just by whispering
in your ear, then you paid me the biggest compliment I could ever hope to
receive my Pony."

   Samuel lifted his head to meet her eyes, tears were welling up in them.
He looked around at the carnage that covered many areas of the room.  She
followed his gaze and stroked his hair some more.

   "Oh don't worry about that old stuff, my precious boy," she soothed,
"The enjoyment I am getting from you right now is worth having someone come
and clean your sweet juice from out of my old carpeting."

   She stood Samuel back up straight and rubbed his smooth chest again,
leaning into him.

   "I know that must have been a lot for you Samuel, but I just want you to
know that what you are giving me today is worth an entire summer of yard
work," she said, lazily stroking his chest and arm.  "I'm not done with you
either Pony, because I still have more of your body to admire, that is if
you'll let me enjoy you some more."

   With that she reached down and cupped a firm white cheek in her hand and
rubbed his chest down to his stomach and lower.  When her hand reached the
first wisp of pubescent hair, she ran her pinky finger through it and back
again.  Immediately Samuel's demeanor shifted, and a surge bulged his
softening manhood again.

   Bethany noticed his arousal, "Oh Pony, I think you want me to enjoy you
some more, don't you?" She smiled up at him and rubbed the side of her hand
along the hardening junior shaft below.

   "I really love the looks of your manly parts Pony," she said to him as
she felt the pump of blood entering the swelling shaft once more.  "It
makes me feel excited to be alive Pony, excited to see your body, excited
to feel your naked skin against me, excited to once again hold a man's
eager hardness in my hand, like this . . ."

   She wrapped her fingers right around Samuel's stiff young erection and
breathed a heavy sigh out of her lungs as Samuel was drawing one deep into
his.

   "Oh my, so this is what happens when my little Pony gets excited is it?"
she gushed as she let her fingers feel the throbbing sensation of his most
private of parts.  "I love the feel of your skin Pony.  My fingers are
touching you right there my Pony.  Right on your naked penis.  Can you feel
them wrapped around your erect Pony penis?  I want to stroke it for you
Pony.  May I?  May I stroke your hard young penis with my hand Pony?  I
need to stroke it now.  I'm going to stroke your hard penis Pony.  I am
going to stroke my baby boy, stroke your penis until you cum all over my
house again you naughty boy."

   Bethany started to slowly move his smooth skin up and down his erect
shaft.  Her soft fingers gripping lightly as she moved.

   "This is the most beautiful erection I have ever seen Pony, really it
is!" she gushed as she stroked his long shaft.  "I have my hand around your
penis Pony, and I am stroking it for you.  Can you feel it?  Can you feel
my hand pulling on your aroused penis like this?  I want to see you get
excited all over again Pony.  It was so thrilling to see your manly seed
coming out all over my delicate things.  I want to see it again Pony.  I
want to see your fresh cum shoot all over my house again, getting it so
dirty."

   Bethany was softly sliding her palm along the underside of Sam's manhood
as her other hand kept a firm cup of his naked butt cheek.

   "Hmmm, I am going to back up for just a moment Pony," she said to him
softly.  "Don't worry, I'll be right back to touch your naked body some
more and feel your hard penis for you again."

   She let him go and stepped back to her sitting chair and sat gently on
the edge of the seat, gazing at the naked form before her.  He was all hers
and they both knew it.

   Sam was feeling strange again as she smiled at him and ran her eyes all
over his naked body.  Here he was in his birthday suit in front of her
leering eyes, his underwear rolled up around his ankles.  His erection
stood unwavering before him, once again dripping moisture from the tip.

   Bethany admired her sexy decoration on the stool in her parlor.  He
looked so cute up there with his bottom bare and his excited teenage cock
out for her to admire.  She was acting very unladylike for once in her life
and felt very much alive.  Never before had she been so brazen, and she was
enjoying the feeling of power this situation was giving her.  A naked boy
with his underpants pulled right down to his ankles for her sheer
enjoyment. She had to touch him again.

   Sam glanced at her occasionally, nervously wondering what she was
thinking about.  He had never had an experience close to this and had no
idea how to respond besides just keeping still and quiet.

   Bethany stood slowly again and stepped toward Sam as she looked him
over.

   "I absolutely love your naked body Pony," she admired, "and I think I
want to touch you some more.  Is that okay my pretty Pony?

   "Do like it when I touch your chest like this?  Or would you just rather
I hold on to your hard penis again like I was Pony?  I thought so.  It
feels nice doesn't it?  Do like that your neighbor lady is rubbing your
hard penis again for you?  Did you ever think that you would ever show me
your naked body like this and let me touch it all over?

   "Mmmmm, I think your penis is telling me all I need to know about how
you feel about this Pony.  You like it," she purred at him, softly stroking
his naked erection and rubbing his bare skin with her other hand.

   "Maybe you would like me to do this for you again sometime as well,
hmmm?" she said as she twisted her hand around his shaft, milking his
arousal to another peak.  "How does that sound?  Would you ever want to
come back and let me feel your penis again Pony?  Let me hold it my hands
and rub it up and down until you exploded all over my house again Pony?"

   Sam was shaking with excitement, and even though he stood where he did,
in the position he was in, the thought of him going through this all over
again some other time was even more exciting and he could feel a climax
approaching.  His legs started to quiver as he felt Bethany's soft hands
explore his body and manipulate his hard penis.

   "That's it my horny stud Pony," she said, feeling his impending orgasm
approaching, "you can shoot your cum for me any time you like Pony, all
over my clean house.  You can cum for me Pony, that's it.  Feel my fingers
around your beautiful cock baby.  You're being so naughty right now with
your penis out in my house Pony, so bad.  I'm your neighbor and I'm
touching your hard penis like this, waiting for your cum to spray out all
over my fancy house!  I know you want me keep touching your penis, don't
you?  Should I keep pumping your hard cock for you baby?  Should I let you
cum in my house again, are you going to cum now Pony?  Cum for me Pony,
that's it.  That's it Pony, I can feel it coming.  Oh here it comes, yes!"

   Sam groaned loudly as his cock began to twitch and his knees shook as
the first powerful shot blasted across the room, then another, and another.
Shot after shot of Sam's young cum blasted from his excited penis as
Bethany beamed with joy.  Her eyes were wide and every dripping string of
cum was a wonder of delight for her.

   "Oh Samuel, look at you!" she gushed, "you're cumming again, cumming all
over my things.  It's dripping down the sofa, you got some on my duvet!  I
love having your beautiful cum all over my house Pony, I just love it!"

   She continued to milk the final drops from Sam's penis as it subsided
into her palm.  She rubbed his back and softly held on to his flaccid
remains, then letting go of him to find her leather bag.  She pulled out
another wet cloth and brought it back, touching it gently to Sam's docile
penis.

   "That's was wonderful Samuel," she said as she washed his penis and her
cum covered hands with the perfumed cloth, "I want you to know how special
this was for me.  Really I do.  I don't want this to be strange for you,
and I still want you working in my yard like you have been okay?"

   Sam looked at her and could only mutter, "Y-yes ma'am."

   "Good boy," she smiled, "I may even invite you in here for a cold drink
once in a while, would you like that?"

   "Yes'm"

   "I thought you might," she finished washing and placed the towel back
inside her bag, "and I don't want you to ever expect that I might replay
our private day that we had here today, okay?  This was something I really
wanted, and I think you may have enjoyed yourself as well.  Let's just
leave it at that, and get back to our fine summer as neighborly as we can.
Okay my dear?"

   "O-okay Mrs.  C," Sam managed to say.

   "Very good, now put your clothes back on and finish your work with those
petunias Samuel." She spoke in her formal tone that Sam had come to expect
from her over the years.

   "Yes'm, right away," Sam said as he bent over and rolled his undershorts
back up his legs.  He stepped off of the stool and reached for his dirty
shirt and shorts from her end table and carried them into the kitchen,
Bethany right behind him.

   "I'll be right out with some cold drinks in a bit," she said, "I just
need to freshen up for a few minutes, maybe longer."

   "Thank you Mrs.  C." he turned to say as he pulled on his last bit of
dirty uniform, "I don't know what to s . . .  "

   "Shhhh," she stopped him, "you don't need to say anything right now my
boy, you did as much for me.  Let's just enjoy this summer together as
neighbors.  Perhaps by the end of it your gardening skills will be much
improved, and then we can both enjoy the fruits of all your hard labor."